KimJohnsson

💖 ¡Hello! I'm Kim, passionate about breaking away from routine and exploring new horizons. I love traveling and connecting with nature, as I find in each adventure an opportunity to discover breathtaking landscapes and recharge my batteries. In addition, I am a lover of sweet flavors, always ready to delight myself with an irresistible dessert or a good coffee.

As for sport, my life revolves around physical activity. 🥊 I love boxing, where I channel my energy and discipline, and I also go to the gym to stay fit and push my limits. For me, sport is a way of life that teaches me perseverance and allows me to stay in physical and mental balance. Together, these interests define my active lifestyle and my constant search for new and stimulating experiences 🍭

🌞In the south of her skin, the sun awakens, burning as the fire that caresses her, her curves draw ancient stories, where desire is dressed in poetry. Lips that taste like wet earth, like rain kissing the cornfield, eyes that shine like golden stars, and light the tropical night. 🌬 Hips dancing to the rhythm of the wind, like the waves kissing the shore, their laughter is an echo of distant times, where passion intertwines with clay. Essence of cinnamon and honey on her skin, melody of guitars under the moon, she is the mystery of the dark jungle, and the soft whisper in the lullaby night. Latin woman, flower of the brown earth, in every sigh you carry the history of a people that vibrates in your body, and in every beat, the glory is reborn 💖

I don't want you to fill the empty places in me, I want to be full of myself. I want to be so complete that I can light up an entire city and then I want to have you because you and I combined can set it on fire..

As long as you exist, as long as my gaze looks for you beyond the hills, as long as nothing fills my heart, except your image, and there is a remote possibility that you are alive somewhere, lit by some light. While I sense that you are and you call you so, with that name of yours so small, I will continue as now, my dear, transited distance, under that love that grows and does not die, under that love that continues and never ends.

As long as you exist, as long as my gaze looks for you beyond the hills, as long as nothing fills my heart, except your image, and there is a remote possibility that you are alive somewhere, lit by some light. While I sense that you are and you call you so, with that name of yours so small, I will continue as now, my dear, transited distance, under that love that grows and does not die, under that love that continues and never ends

To be without you is like being without music without Mozart without Vivaldi and without the harpsichord well tempered To be without you is as if suddenly a great silence stripped the world of the song of the waves and the trill of the nightingale or the lark in the forest. Verona To be without you is like to be without music, neither of the earth nor of the spheres

I saw you come through the door, kiss my nose, look me in the eye in that unique way, the way only you look me in the eye: breaking the calendar. I watched you do those simple things that you do to make the world come to its senses, and I didn't know who to thank..

I grow a white rose in June as in January for the sincere friend who gives me his free hand. And to the cruel that tears me the heart with which I live; thistle or nettle I grow; I grow the white rose.

Your eyes remind me of the black summer nights, moonless nights, shore to salty sea, and the sparkling stars of the black and low sky. Your eyes remind me of summer nights. And your brown flesh, the burnt wheat, and the fire sigh of the ripe fields.

Of your brown grace, of your gypsy dreaming, of your shadowy look I want to fill my glass. I will get drunk a night of black and low sky, to sing with you, shore to the salty sea, a song that leaves ashes on the lips. From your shadow look I want to fill my glass.

The sun shall be darkened for ever, the sea shall be dried up in a moment, the world's axis shall be broken as a broken glass. All will be well, death may cover me with its mournful crescent, but never in me can the flame of your love be quenched..

Sometimes I feel like being corny to say, "I love you madly". Sometimes I want to be a fool to scream: I love her so much. Sometimes I want to be a child to cry curled up in her bosom. Sometimes I want to be dead to feel, under the damp soil of my juices, that a flower grows breaking my chest, a flower, and say: this flower, for you.

My inert form big as a world has no night around nor day but darkness and clarity inside make me, that you, live. Seas and skies of my blood we both sail. Don't wake me up. Don't wake up, no, life dreams. I also think of myself when I dream you and steal all my ages to populate my intimate dwellings and accompany you always, always, always.